1. The Most Heartfelt Proverb About Fate No. 4
1. How pitiful the fate of the turtle
Under the temple, it carries the roof, at the pagoda, it bears the stone.
2. My fate is like a mango on the tree,
The east wind, the west wind, the south wind, the north wind,
It shakes and rattles on the branch,
One day it falls, who will it fall into the hands of?
3. To let go would break my heart,
Far from love, like a thread cutting the soul.
4. My fate as a girl waits for you to return,
My life is full of hardship,
In the morning, toiling in the fields, at night, in the mulberry garden.
With no time to comb my hair,
No time to prepare betel leaves to eat.
5. My fate is like a well in the middle of the road,
The wise come to wash their faces, the commoners wash their feet.


2. The Best Sad Folk Song About Fate Number 5
1. The hardships of the river and the mountains, I stand alone,
Like a poor stork, rising and falling through the waves.
Who can fill the river that runs dry,
And bring water back, so my body won't be thin?
2. My body is like a fish stuck in a trap,
Who will rescue me from the fishermen's snare?
3. This year I become a daughter-in-law,
Like a cow carrying burdens, no rest at all.
Next year, I become a wife,
Carrying the plow, with no clue who's in charge.
Being a daughter-in-law, no holiday, only hard work.
4. My body is like a dragonfly's wing,
It lands when happy, and flies when sad.
5. My body is like a catfish trapped in the net,
Stuck in the river, caught in a trap.


3. The Best Folk Verse on Fate and Self-Pity No. 6
1. The stone becomes covered with moss as the water flows,
The stone turns silver with the morning dew.
Just like us, we desire to unite and form a bond,
But I fear my mother is like the sea, and my father as vast as the sky.
I fear the fleeting cloud will break apart,
Even though we long to tie the knot in this lifetime.
2. My life is like a delicate peach-colored silk,
But I dare not tear it for anyone.
3. My fate is like a broom during the summer,
Used to wipe away the dirt at the door.
Once cleaned, it’s tossed out onto the yard,
Only those with feet may use it again.
4. My life is like a stork perched on the roof,
Wishing to fly but unable to lift itself into the air.
5. I remember the past when you were weak and ill,
Holding the medicine cup and peeling a lime for me.
Now you are strong and well,
Seeking new love and leaving me behind.


4. The Best Folk Verse on Fate and Self-Pity No. 7
1. I pity the fate of the silkworm,
It struggles to find food, only to lie down and spin its thread.
I pity the tiny ants,
They work hard to find food, tirelessly searching for prey.
I pity the stork, flying away from the clouds,
Its wings tired, not knowing when the flight will end.
I pity the cuckoo in the sky,
Screaming till it bleeds, yet no one listens.
2. I’ve brought my life into a place of dust and mud
My body stained like the stem of a lotus in the swamp.
At night, I sit by the lamp,
Complaining to my shadow, seeking comfort in flowers.
3. When I leave, my heart can’t bear it,
It’s as if the bonds of love are as thin as threads, cutting deep into my heart.
4. My life is like cinnamon in the forest,
Fragrant, yet no one knows its scent, no one appreciates it.
5. My life is like a floating water lily,
Drifting with the current, going wherever the flow takes me.


5. The best self-pity and fate-related folk verse, number 8
1. My mother is greedy for sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves,
She desires a fat pig, she desires money, just like the rich in Cảnh Hưng.
I told her, 'Don’t do it,'
But she pouted, she grumbled, and then quickly brought it in.
Now, the husband is short, the wife is tall,
Like a pair of chopsticks, how can they ever be equal?
2. My body is like a sheaf of rice, fresh and green,
Swaying under the bright morning sun.
3. My body is like a rough stone grinder,
It grinds to make a delicate path, but only gets covered in sorrow beside the river.
4. My body is like a delicate rose,
Drifting in the vast and endless sky.
5. My body is like a dragonfly,
It lands when joyful, it flies away when sad.


6. The best self-pity folk verse, number 1
1. "My body is like a delicate peach silk,
Fluttering in the market, unsure of who will hold me."
2. My body is like a thorny water nut,
White inside, black outside,
Who dares to taste and understand
The sweetness and bitterness that I hold?
3. My body is like a raindrop,
Some fall into wells, others into garden flowers.
My body is like falling rain,
Some land in palatial homes, others on fields of plows.
4. My body is like a spring sunbeam,
Dreaming of entering the mansion, soaking up your poetic words.
5. My body is like a drifting mangrove fruit,
Blown by the winds and waves, unsure of where to land.


7. The best self-pity folk verse, number 2
1. In the late hours, I wake and gaze at the sky,
Noticing the stars of the North shift to the East.
What a sign it is, calling for the union of couples,
To bring harmony to the eyes, to unite dragons and clouds.
2. My body is like a fish trapped in a net,
Struggling without knowing where to turn for help.
3. My body is like oranges and grapefruits,
Though bitter on the outside, sweet and delicious within.
4. My body is like ripe chili peppers,
The brighter the skin, the hotter the heart within.
5. My body is like water spinach in a pond,
Sinking one day, rising the next, never knowing when I'll be whole.


8. The best folk poetry of self-pity and fate number 3
1. When the belt is tight, wear the golden clasp,
With a hat on my head and a long gun on my shoulder.
One hand holds a firecracker,
The other grips a spear, as the officer boards the boat.
The drum beats the five-note rhythm,
My feet step onto the boat, tears flow like rain.
2. I bring my body into the muddy land,
Soiled like a lotus sprout.
At night, I sit by the lightbulb,
Complaining with my shadow, seeking solace in flowers.
3. My body is like the grass in the field,
When you're sad, you uproot me, and plant me as you wish.
4. My body is like a dry betel nut,
Wise people take thin slices, while the rude ones take thick ones.
5. My body is like a crispy pancake,
Left on the kitchen shelf... who knows which cat will take it away.


